Books with author Robert Sydney Brown

Dave Dawson Adventure Series"You tell me something about war that isn't screwy at first glance."- Robert Sydney Bowen, Dave Dawson with the CommandosDave Dawson performs all manner of courageous stunts and tricks in this battlefield thriller. Each Dave Dawson is packed with action, patriotism, and a historical fiction adventure set during WWII, perfect for middle grade and teen readers. Don't miss the full set of Dave Dawson books from Xist Publishing: Dave Dawson at Casablanca Dave Dawson at Dunkirk Dave Dawson at Truk Dave Dawson on Guadalcanal Dave Dawson on the Russian Front Dave Dawson with the Commandos Dave Dawson with the R.A.F.

When Dave Dawson arrives at North Africa, he learns that the Nazis have discovered that the President of the United States is soon arriving in Casablanca for an important conference. Join Dave as he flies a Vultee V-12C attack bomber, hunts Nazi u-boats, and particiaptes in other perilous missions against determined Axis opposition as he attempts to thwart the Nazis and save the President and Allied leaders in Casablanca. Alacrity Press is proud to make this class fictional tale, Dave Dawson at Casablanca by Robert Sidney Bowen available once again to young readers.

Learn to succeed when others will not Change management fails 70% of the time. The HST Model for Change provides a template that can be used everywhere and with other models such as Kotter and ADKAR. It adapts insights from organizational development and Lean Thinking, neuroscience, sports psychology, coaching, employee engagement, and team building. "HST" stands for "Harnessing the Speed of Thought." Based on current ideas in the neuroscience of thinking, HST harnesses the human thought process so that people can more effectively work together. Normally, people rush to promote personal points of view and debate the merits of each to make a decision. HST enables individuals to assemble the best solution. With HST, individuals work together toward the same emotionally compelling goal. No matter who you are or what you do, you will not learn a more valuable people skill than HST. This is how it works:1. The change will make emotional and logical sense from start to finish for all participants2. The change is made by teams led by trained leaders You will learn how to set up the change process even before change is contemplated and ensure buy-in by all strata of the organization. All activities are transparent, and each step is agreed to before the next is taken. This new model creates a direct path from idea to implementing and sustaining. You will be able to design, promote and conduct any size change in all parts and levels of every organization. After reading The HST Model for Change, you will be inspired and well-prepared. Author Robert Brown enables readers to reach that most elusive of management goals, getting everyone on the same page.

Dave Dawson Adventure Series“Dave knew that he was letting his anger get the better of him, but he couldn't help himself.”- Robert Sydney Bowen, Dave Dawson on GuadalcanalA series of adventures during the WWII with Dave Dawson, a young pilot, the main character. Each Dave Dawson is packed with action, patriotism, and a historical fiction adventure set during WWII, perfect for middle grade and teen readers. Don't miss the full set of Dave Dawson books from Xist Publishing: Dave Dawson at Casablanca Dave Dawson at Dunkirk Dave Dawson at Truk Dave Dawson on Guadalcanal Dave Dawson on the Russian Front Dave Dawson with the Commandos Dave Dawson with the R.A.F.

Dave Dawson Adventure Series“Dave knew that he was letting his anger get the better of him, but he couldn't help himself.”- Robert Sydney Bowen, Dave Dawson on GuadalcanalA series of adventures during the WWII with Dave Dawson, a young pilot, the main character. Each Dave Dawson is packed with action, patriotism, and a historical fiction adventure set during WWII, perfect for middle grade and teen readers. Don't miss the full set of Dave Dawson books from Xist Publishing: Dave Dawson at Casablanca Dave Dawson at Dunkirk Dave Dawson at Truk Dave Dawson on Guadalcanal Dave Dawson on the Russian Front Dave Dawson with the Commandos Dave Dawson with the R.A.F.

With all the appearance of a man striving to solve one of the world's weightier problems, Freddy Farmer studied the Hotel Savoy menu card line by line from top to bottom. Across the table Dave Dawson sat looking at his closest pal, and grinning from ear to ear. Eventually, though, when the English-born air ace continued to take the menu apart bit by bit with his eyes, Dawson decided that enough was enough. He reached over and whisked the card out of Freddy's hand."Okay, little man," he chuckled. "I'll tell you what the big words mean, if you like. Now, this one, here—water. That's stuff that comes in a glass. You drink it. It also comes down out of the sky in what we call rain. It flows under bridges, and—""And please stop, I beg you!" Freddy snapped. "My sides ache with laughter. I couldn't possibly stand another of your hilarious remarks. And hand back that menu before I take measures that will get us both thrown out of this hotel!""But why hand it back?" Dawson laughed. "Holy smoke! Don't you know it by heart yet? For fifteen solid minutes you've been looking at the thing.""Quite," the other replied gravely. "And thoroughly enjoying myself making believe. Hand it back, please, young fellow!""How's that?" Dave echoed, and passed the menu. "Making believe? I don't get you.""Knowing the limits of your so-called flashes of brilliance, I can well imagine!" Freddy shot at him. "However, the fact of the matter is that here in London food is rationed. And there are many, many savory dishes that don't even appear on menus any more. So, to make myself feel good, every time I pick up a menu I simply imagine that all the pre-war dishes are there. And I have a lot of fun deciding just what I'll order. Do I make myself clear?"Dawson sighed heavily, and shook his head."Too clear," he said sadly. "Lately I've been suspecting that you were going just a little bit screwy. Now I know! And me waiting here, polite like, while you fumbled around! What a guy!"

In this sequel to The Wrath of Fate, the Airship Ophelia lists, burnt and broken, in a tropical sea. Her crew has been scattered across the face of a ruined world, or lost in time, and now it is my job to pick up the pieces. What’s to become of my wife and children, whom I left in the aerial city of Isla Aether? This was one of the last of the free cities, held aloft over a world given back to the beasts. I fear this city will be a target now that the Emperor’s life, and mercy, is at an end. What would become of Kristina if she was taken back to a life of servitude in the walled cities? What would become of the children if they were left wandering alone in wastelands filled with nomadic tribes and prehistoric predators? What is to become of young Lilith Tess, who jumped ship in the 1930’s only to be lost in time? I saw her again, here at the end of days, and she was a queen. What journey did she take that led her to this fate? And perhaps least important of all, what is to become of me and the last of our crew? I stand here on the deck of this ship that has held me through all my misguided attempts to make the world a better place. This ship, and her captain and crew, are beaten. Do I have the strength to pull everything together again? Do I still have the strength to get this ship flying? What other choice do I have?

It was high noon and the Mediterranean sky was like a vast expanse of blue silk with a golden ball pasted exactly in the middle. Far below, the placid waters of the Mediterranean seemed to catch the blue of the sky, keep some of it and fling the rest up heavenward again. Between the blue sky and the blue water, at eighteen thousand feet to be exact, a lone Blackburn "Skua" of the Royal Air Force, Fleet Air Arm, coasted slowly about in a series of unending circles. At the controls of the combination fighter and dive bomber, powered with a 830 hp. Bristol Pegasus XII sleeve valve engine, sat Pilot Officer Dave Dawson, R.A.F. Behind him, in the gunner-observer's pit, sat his pal and flying comrade, Pilot Officer Freddy Farmer, R.A.F.For the last two hours they had been aloft doing their trick as advance air scout for the H.M. Aircraft Carrier "Victory" and her four escorting destroyers, steaming eastward for a rendezvous with the main unit of the British Mediterranean fleet. Two hours of coasting around high in the air far out in front of the Victory, and keeping their eyes constantly peeled for the first sign of approaching enemy air attackers. Thus far, however, they had seen nothing save the blue sky, the blue water, and the golden ball that was the sun. At regular fifteen minute intervals Dave had made his radio check in code with the flight operations officer aboard the Victory. Each time there had been nothing to report. And each time there had been no special orders from the Victory.Two solid hours of flying, looking, and reporting nothing. And still another whole hour to go before another Skua would be sent aloft to relieve them and they could slide down to a landing on the long flat deck of the Victory. Dave sighed, shifted to a more comfortable position and looked back at Freddy Farmer."My legs feel like they'll stay bent at the knees for the rest of my life," he said, after removing the "flap-mike" from in front of his lips. "How about you, my little man? How do you like active duty with the Fleet Air Arm, huh?"The English youth shrugged and made a face."Not even a little bit, so far," he replied. "And, by the by, my lad, let me remind you it was your idea we put in for duty with the Fleet Air Arm. Frankly, I wish we'd stayed with the Fighter Command in England. It's been so long since I've had an air scrap I'm wondering if I still know how to fire my guns.""Stop fishing for compliments," Dave said with a chuckle. "Just do what you always do. Close your eyes, pray, and press the trigger button. If there are enough Jerry or Muzzy ships about, one of them is bound to fly into your bullets."Freddy Farmer scowled darkly and lifted a warning finger.

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